My Friend From Long Ago
He sits so quietly, never moving an inch
wondering why we don’t play anymore.
Being a wife with children on my own
leaves so little time to visit my friend.
Once in awhile I take him down
give him a hug and tell him my woes.
He listens intently with fuzzy, worn ears
watches with round button eyes,
tries to hug with matted old paws.
But time is short, there are errands to do
so Teddy goes back on the shelf.
He sits so quietly, he waits so patiently
my friend from long ago.
Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999 ©